"Becky! Then!"

Sawyer rolled on the spot, dodged a falling rock, waved his hand and threw out the glass longbow and a bag of arrows. Before he could breathe, his right hand holding the sword flipped backhand again and forced a robber who wanted to get a bargain.?    ?

"This is?"

After Becky swung his sword and slashed over a robber, he stretched out his left hand to catch Soya and threw the weapon over. He just glanced at the breath and stopped slightly. After swinging his sword again to block an attack, he looked at the weapon in his left hand like a peerless beauty.

The slightly transparent bow body was stretched out to a perfect curve by the bow string. The slightly frosted handle could even sense the tremor of the bow string, a glass longbow! This is not the same level as the orc longbow he used before, and it was re-sanded and wound, and the power was doubled on the basis!

Arrows are not ordinary people, and the bright golden tail exposed outside the arrow bag made him recognize the origin of these arrows at a glance, the elf long arrow!

One turned around and dodged an arrow. Becky inserted the sword back with his backhand, put the arrow pouch on his back, and reached out to draw out a long arrow and put it on the bow. The arrow was shining with a faint blue light in the setting sun, which was obviously highly poisonous.

At this point, Becky has understood what Sawyer means, this is a weapon used to deal with Barrow!

"Stop watching! Get on!"

Seeing Becky keep looking at him with a long arrow, Sawyer was almost crying. Didn’t he see that I was being chased? Even if he didn’t kill Barrow, he would come and help me clear the siege~!

Sawyer's physical strength is no longer enough to use his "magic skill? Rolling on the donkey" again to avoid the robber's axe.

(Mad, no, hold on for another five minutes! As long as you persist for another five minutes, there will be a turnaround!)

Sawyer held the sword tightly with both hands, gasped for a few breaths, and made up his mind that he could not retreat. The hut behind him was Rick, and Filina, who was seriously injured, if someone broke into it...

He swung his sword block to block the enemy's axe. Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy's center of gravity was unstable, Sao Yaxun rushed forward and raised his knees, and his knees hit a subtle position between the enemy's legs.

Click...

With the sound of something breaking, the robber's eyes raised and his whole body twitched, and there was no movement.

(six.)

Soya reached out and pushed away the enemy who was still lying on him, and counted a number in his heart. This was the sixth enemy he killed after the city was broken, and it was the first elite robber he killed!

Level 16 vs. More than 20 levels, the gap between one large rank and several small ranks was a miracle. However, it also exhausted Soya's physical strength. Soya could only smile bitterly and lean on the long sword, gasping for breath, watching the two robbers slowly approaching him, with a hint of despair in their eyes...

"kill!"

A sudden roar, accompanied by a whistling sound, the three robbers were swept away by the giant hammer. Nodya pulled the hammer and leaned on the ground, gasping for breath and wiped away the blood on his face.

The strength of the senior warrior and an ebony warhammer made him feel like he was in a no-man among these elite robbers, but the warhammer was originally a very physically exhausting weapon. Coupled with a complete set of Nord steel armor on his body, the heavy load made him lose even the strength to move.

"Come on!"

Nodia roared, glaring at the robbers in front of her with her eyes angrily. The powerful evil aura forced the robbers back three steps, but this was his limit. He no longer had the strength...

"Ah, drink! Let me die!"

Under the city wall, a golden light burst out. Wherever the golden light went, more than a dozen bandits surrounded by gangs were torn apart by Lingchi, and there was not even a complete bone left.

The golden light faded, and Celica half-kneeled on the ground with one hand on her sword. The golden armor had already been covered with blood. Countless blood gathered around her to form a small pool of blood. The blood that soared into the sky scared the bandits surrounding her.

With a wry smile, he sensed that there was only a few strands of physical strength left in his body. Celica stood up again, holding the sword in one hand, blood dripping across the blade, and a momentum that belonged to Valkyrie alone emerged.

"For Heddle! Kill!"

Celika shouted, swung her sword again and entered the enemy formation. The Valkyrie elegy was composed between the sound of the gold and iron...

"roar!"

On the ruins of the whistle tower, the monster-like Barrow was still waving his giant axe tirelessly. His height of more than three meters and a giant axe that was nearly four meters long made Barrow transform into a battlefield meat grinder. All the soldiers rushing up were cut off by one axe by him. Not far from Barrow, there was an undead soldier who was wailing and crawling towards his other half of the body.

"Hmph, weak bug!"

A cold snorted sounded over the soldier's head like a thunder. Before the soldier could look up, endless darkness enveloped the soldier's head...

"Doing! Pay attention to dodging!"

Abel stood against a huge rock on his back and pulled out the sword that was inserted into the enemy's chest. He listened to the captain's cry and smiled bitterly, but he did not dare to leave the huge rock at all.

On the other side of the boulder, flames, frost, and lightning flashed alternately, and extreme cold and heat made the boulder constantly break, and the boulder several meters thick became shaky in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the shaking of the huge rock behind him, Abel cursed quietly, calculated the time silently, rushed out from behind the huge rock with one step. On the way, he rolled two consecutively and avoided two ice thorns and a lightning bolt, and hid again behind a broken wall.

More than ten minutes ago, a team of soldiers sacrificed their lives to lead Barrow away, and the remaining soldiers barely formed a new line of defense to block the robber's attack.

However, just as the enemy caster was not in the right way to enter the field, more than 20 unprepared soldiers were blown into pieces in the first wave of spells, and the defense line was instantly broken. The soldiers could only hide in the ruins and fight on the cover.

"What sound?"

A strong whistling sound interrupted Abel's anger, but he did not dare to stick his head out to check it out. He did not want to be smashed by a spell.

It's getting closer!

At this moment, time seemed to slow down. Abel felt that his confidante's heart seemed to be held tightly by a pair of big hands, and his whole body became stiff, and a feeling of death enveloped him.

(run!)

A word exploded in Abel's mind, and Abel rushed forward without hesitation...

boom!

The next second, Abel's body was still in mid-air, and a violent explosion came from behind him. The broken wall, several meters thick, exploded and burst. The bursting airflow wrapped in gravel and slammed Abel hard on the back, pushing Abel to fly out more than ten meters!

As soon as he landed, he didn't care about the pain all over his body. Abel turned over and was about to escape from here. However, as soon as he turned around, his vision was filled with colorful colors...

"No!"

Hearing the screams not far away, Alan wiped his tears silently. He could hear that this was the voice of his best friend, Abel.

Half an hour ago, when he watched his best friend stand out from the team and ask for a death battle, Allen was also excited and stood up immediately. However, after he went to the battlefield, he was scared by the monster-like Barrow and the vicious robber. In a panic, he found a half-dead tent and hid in it. He didn't even know where his weapons were thrown.

(Don't find me, don't find me...)

Alan's body trembled slightly. He would pray silently every time there was footsteps passing by outside. However, avoiding the search again and again did not relax him, but instead made his body tremble even harder.

He now regrets it. It would be great if he had hid in and brought his own sword. If he was really found, he might be able to escape by fighting.

Just as Allen was silently regretting, another sound of footsteps slowly walked over from a distance, and Allen hurriedly prayed again.

"Ha, there is actually a little mouse here."

A joking voice rang outside the tent, and Allen's heart suddenly became cold and his body froze instantly.

The outside of the tent suddenly lit up, and a sudden burst of heat enveloped Allen, but it could not dispel the coldness in his heart. Two tears of regret were completely steeped before it even flowed out.

The next second, the fire waves swallowed Alan's curled figure. Outside the tent, the mage just shook his hand disdainfully, as if he had just driven away a fly...

"Yeah!"

The giant axe cut through the air, but was lightly stopped by a long sword. The owner of the sword looked at the young man in front of him jokingly. He picked up the sword in his hand and picked the giant axe in his hand away.

"Wow, it turns out that this is the famous Silver Flame Third Commander! I didn't expect it to be so weak."

"Hmph, you are just chewing on your trash," Aye did not hide his disdain in his eyes. "If you were really strong, how could you not be able to take me for so long, and you can't even get me as a low-level warrior? Trash, it's still trash!"

"You!" The man holding the sword seemed to have been poked into the pain, and roared and waved his sword and rushed forward, "I want to chop you up!"

“Chop?”

A Ye suddenly laughed and raised his feet. Before the man holding the sword could react, the axe blade of the giant axe had already pierced his abdomen, and the handle of the axe was pressed to the ground, blocking the man's rushing force tightly.

"You really like to joke."

A Ye sneered again, pulled out a giant axe from the man's body, and dragged his exhausted body away from the battlefield. In the distance, there were more battles waiting for him...

(Seven, eight...)

Somewhere in the ruins of the Western Post Tower, a skeleton with half of its body pressed by gravel was lying quietly, with empty eyes watching every passing robber.

(Master?)

A mage dragged a fireball in his hand and walked over under the guard of two robbers. His eyes swept over the skeleton, but his eyes were not fluctuating, and his expression was still unchanged.

(That's all.)

The skeleton thought.

Isdaq knew his strength well, let alone a robber, even a strong ordinary person could break himself, so before he could break the city, he found a ruin, buried himself with gravel, and then collected the soul fire. This disguise, tsk, is simply perfect!

However, he also had his own concerns. In his opinion, this war was definitely lost. Now he only had one question, that is, how should he leave when the robbers win?

(I hope this group of robbers will temporarily evacuate? This is impossible...)

Just as Isdaq was thinking silently, he suddenly felt a force similar to himself rising around the battlefield.
Chapter completed!